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Pip & Artie in Outer Space

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Jazz age is timeless 🤗👍❤🌹🙏❤

Teagan Riordain Geneviene's avatarTeagan's Books

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Cosmos‑Flammarion, Anonymous 1888. Altered image Teagan R. GenevieneCosmos‑Flammarion, Anonymous 1888. Altered image Teagan R. Geneviene

Sheiks and Shebas, welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays.  Today I have an all new story for you, from the Pip-verse.  It’s a new collaboration with Chris Graham, the Story Reading Ape! 

Chris is really busy with huge personal projects right now, so double thanks to him for working on this story with me.  I’m also getting ready to start National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), so I will be busy (or overwhelmed).  Anyhow what I’m trying to say is that I left the ending of this story open for a second part, incase we decide to come back to it when things (for both of us) settle down. 

Over the years, we’ve done several short stories for the Pip-verse, adding Chris’ creation, Artie — a most extraordinary ape.  Artie is back!

Pip & Artie in Outer…

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Another wonder!

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Iranian women have attended a World Cup qualifier in Tehran after being freely allowed to enter a stadium for a men’s match for the first time in decades.

it seems that there in this poor country, soon, another discovery will take place (maybe discovery of fire?!?…) I don’t know if I must laugh or cry 🤨😐

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-50002658?ns_campaign=bbcnews&ocid=socialflow_facebook&ns_source=facebook&ns_mchannel=social&fbclid=IwAR18gz3FNQOH4J96z7KYjTRhBl7pi-78HydAtWMcPuY_X0lJTWH7ElQ2Gdo

Funny, I think of you often

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I’m still sniffing and coughing (it seems to fit the weather in these days) but the energies are coming back 😉 therefore, please don’t think that I am lounging or lazing around and re-blogging as my illness would be an excuse! 😀

To put it bluntly; to write something is still for me, as an Unprofessional who still needs a kick to get his ghost to awaken to write.

and believe me; this ghost is still really sick 😰 but; as I have got cheerfully to know that one of the greatest writer and adorable friend – MIKE STEEDEN – after a short break has been back again, it was enough to give that kick and made me announce a wonderful book of him; (among the others of course which I am running after them) just to tell that it is a book for our life in this misfortune condition in which we are all living now.

This book made not only my summer holidays much brighter but also my life.

When I read this book, I had to think often, not only of “you” but also on Monty Python’s movies. Of course, there are no similarities there between just the “Meaningful” English black humour which I love it most. A really good tip for everybody. ❤

PS; Another excuse 😛💀Tomorrow, My wife and me have a trip towards Czech, to aim Prague for a few days and I promise to bring some report with pics 🙋‍♂️ ❤ Have a lovely Weekend 😘💖🙏

Persephone, Lady of the Mysteries

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A fascinating tell on Mythus (Myth). A great and worthy read 🙏💖💖👍🙏💖

songs of dawn

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Songs of dawn burst into my room
Blazing sunshine breaking night's gloom.

Twittering birds let me sing along
Flitting merrily into a ballroom song.

My kettle whistles a happy tune
Sending smoke signals to fading moon.

Tender buds unfurl to flower 
I retreat into fragrant bower.

Leaves on trees burst into green
Butterflies, bees sway and preen..

Sun stokes fiery trails
All day its warmth prevails

Sky transcends into azure
Lace clouds skim demure

Shadows waltz incandescence
Enchanted by day's luminescence

Serenading birds lifting gay
Beguiling promise of a new day..

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IN THE COMPANY OF NAZIS

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I’m so happy to see you, Mike again 😊 great post as ever 🙏👍🙏

mikesteeden's avatar- MIKE STEEDEN -

gypsy

I am the gypsy in the company of Nazis

I am the black slave The Empire kept under its bowler hat

I am the immigrant Albion gave the thumbs down to

The one the beer-bellied disciple would deny

The one the true blue dyed-in-the-wool cannot stomach

The one the ‘old’ rich and their host of rattled barbarian retainers despise

It matters not

By choice or by circumstance my days are numbered

After all the stateless one who has no future cares not a jot

If he dies by the blade, the poisoned pill or in the arms of a lover

Gone the flag of amorous stars

Back the plain Jane triplets

George, Andrew and David

The banner of Christianity astray

No more Oswald’s blackshirts

Unavailable in Primark

Unavailable in pink

Boneheads and loud voices

The order of the day

The compass without a pointer an immoral public servant’s treasure

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